[There's still that trembling wave of his own panic and fear, but when he feels the ground starting to tremble as well as the room starting to darken and crack from everyone's emotions, he hardens his heart and takes control.]

Everyone, stop.

[It's not a shout, but it's very loud, very firm command that rumbles out like thunder. Immediately the dogs cower and whine, but they are still worried about what's going on, everyone staying far, far away from the thrown cloth.

Taking a breath, Eustace places a reassuring hand on Tifa's shoulder as he takes a closer look at her face, discomforting as it is.]

Don't worry, we'll figure this out... [Quickly wracking his brains.] If we're actually made of gingerbread...and you used the water... [A sigh.] It's my mistake. The water must have moistened the... [...Bread?? Dough?? Whatever.] Let's just try to dry it off for now...maybe add some heat?